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[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this?
Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this?
Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah

[Intro]
Let’s do some history, who is Malcolm X?
A fighter for freedom
George Washington Carver?
A scientist
Shirley Chisholm?
First black congress woman
Mary McLeod Bethune?
An educator
Marian Anderson?
An opera singer
Duke Ellington?
A jazz composer

[Verse 1]
What about the life of Marcus Garvey, we all know Martin
Wouldn’t have your light, if it wasn’t for my darkness
Blacker than the panther on the jacket of Huey P. Newton
And Bobby Seale, a few of us rotten still
We built this country off blood and sweat
Tear drops and pick cotton in mud we step
Momma Harriet Tubman was a woman so real
Only woman in history with a face on a bill
Besides Hillary Clinton, who we speak of America
Original man yet they treat us inferior
I put that on the soul of Nat Turner
The memory of Sojourner
And the others no longer with us
I’m admittin’ I’m black and I’m proud

[Chorus]
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Sing it loud
Sing it loud

[Verse 2]
Brother Clarence 13X was a hero to me
Felt like a Five Percenter was the thing to be
In the wild wild west I still pray to the east
MJ on the speakers MJ’s on my feet
Before Mike and Mayweather came Muhammad Ali
Only difference between ‘em, he did it with dignity
Doctor Carter G. Woodson, found black history
Doctor Vivien Thomas, the first heart surgery
Kwame Ture used to be Stokely Carmichael
Bagged Mariam Makeba definitely was a leader
In his own right ‘Keba was diva in her own light
Before ‘Yonce married Jay, Ashanti, Brandy
Keyshia Cole, Lauryn Hill if you’re speaking soul
I fell in love with TLC when I was three years old
Angela Davis bailed out by a Fresnan
It was about community wasn’t about complexion
Elijah and Fard, they were writin’ for Allah
Pictures of Bob Marley and Selassie on my wall
‘Til the day they free [?], Max B, and Bobby Shmurda
We all on trial eminently since a child
I’m black and I’m proud

[Chorus]
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Sing it loud
Sing it loud

[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

[Verse One]
Let me take it back to my childhood
When Six Flags was still called Wild World
Where I had every race as a neighbor
We were all working class trying to make it out of our hood
My best friend back then was a white kid
We was tight he liked the same things I did
Despite us being different colors, man
We were tight as Elmer’s, and we called each other brothers
While I was trying to keep my Nikes clean
He was trying to scuff his Chucks up
He was grunge, I was fresh we were young
And we cuss along to rap trying to sneaking into punk clubs
But things changed when his pops got laid off
He blamed my father for the loss of his job
He said immigrants robbed citizens jobs
And I better never set foot again in his yard
As we became adults in a cult called America, he got himself a job as an officer of law
My thoughts got blacker and his views got cracker
There was no way backwards, to the roots at heart
Many years apart, I recognized him in the news
He shot a black man that was sitting in his car
Near the same park where we used to shoot hoops
And all I could blame was the cause

[Hook]
You grew up
No you didn’t change
You were made the same
As those before you came
You grew up
All our growing pains
Were given like our names
You just bought the blame
You grew up

[Verse Two]
You ever have a friend that became a fanatic
Most of you all haven’t
But if you ever did
You’d understand the one thing they all have in common
That somebody took advantage of their damage as a kid
I knew a guy who’s folks were professors
Proof in the flesh that Allah was a blesser
Grew up in a mid-western town, where there weren’t many brown people he could seek reflection
Got picked on in school during lectures
Graduated hating everybody in his class
Picked on because he prayed five to the east
And he didn’t eat meat that Allah said was bad
One day a man approached him in a mosque
Changed his life when he asked him a question
Do you ever feel your life was a loss
And what if I could teach you that life is a weapon
Attracted strong to the feeling of acceptance
He was soon gone with delusions of a cause
People of the present had faces of the past, make it easier to blast them if he feel they did him wrong
You can raise a child in a house full of love
But can’t keep them safe in a world full of hate
So he blew up
The only mistake that could hold all the blame

[Hook]
You grew up
No you didn’t change
You were made the same
As those before you came
You grew up
All our growing pains
Were given like our names
You just bought the blame
You grew up

[Verse Three]
My heart’s a jug and when I was born it was filled with love
It ranneth over, life ran me over till I spilled the blood
I poured the cups and I left it up you to say enough
Never ending, never quenching, I sealed it up
Tried to change my reality but settled for, real enough
Life is better when you’re thinking lesser go on give it up
When I was younger I was so determined I would change it all Couldn’t fly but wasn’t chained to fall
So where is it I put the blame and cause
Well, I grew up